It is quite early for everyone to be waking up at this time of the day. A loud chiming sound of a bell just woken up the entire neighborhood at three in the morning to a complete monochromatic scene. Acting exactly like it was an 1820s movie, every eyes on this sleepy neighborhood drawn to a beautiful lady down at the park who is just stepping out of her carriage – the one with the bell that woke us all.
“Who is she?” would have been the initial thought that come up to everyone in this neighborhood, but eventually she beat us to a thundering sound of “Hello!” I could have sworn that this feels like a part of one confusing dream for everyone, which is why nobody had come running. Although as soon as they realized that it wasn’t, they quickly rushed themselves to the park as she starts wandering around in confusion.
I kept staring at her from the distant as I couldn’t work up the courage to come down. She doesn’t belong here. Her silky and bright shade of complexion couldn’t have match anyone in this neighborhood. Even the gold, embroidered flowery pattern on her dress is way too stunning for anyone to afford. Her lifestyle wouldn’t be quite as complimentary compared to anyone in the neighborhood, but she’d be perfect for the gorgeous mansion up on that hill.
Her porcelain collections could have been displayed neatly as she warns her grandchildren to stop roaming around on her precious living room, where she keep the portrait of her late father. Worry might come as part of her age, but she’d get 20 personal assistants on her side.
Every morning, her doorbell could have waken up the entire neighborhood to a lovely musical routine as her children come to visit, but she wouldn’t bother to join. Though I’d take a part on that ensemble in a heartbeat, it wouldn’t be fair to her.
As usual, I was taken by my own imagination for too long that the park had gone emptied. I couldn’t follow the rest of her narrative, but I hope she is okay now.
The Loudest Backyard 